MEMORIES OF AN OVERLORD
by Victar (vctr113062 [at] aol [dot] com)
Victar's Archive: https://www.vicfanfic.com
"Are you absolutely sure we haven't met before?"
"I expect that I would remember if we had, but it does not truly matter. All that matters is whether I am able to help you."
"I think... I'll keep coming back here, for a time."
Chapter Thirty-three
Memories of Kreisia
"...ugh... what?" Yusis blinked and raised his head, unable to comprehend how he had come to be sprawled face-down on the ground.
"I'm..."
Yusis slowly pushed himself into a sitting position. He turned and gazed at the grassy yard surrounding him, and the house directly behind him.
"...home?"
Yusis looked down upon himself.
He was dressed in casual clothing, identical to what he had been wearing when he was summoned to be Kreisia's most unlikely Savior. His outfit had no rips or stains. His reading glasses dangled on a cord around his neck.
There was no hole disfiguring his chest. He put two fingers under the right side of his chin, and felt the reverberations of a steady pulse.
I'm alive? he thought, in a bewildered stupor. I'm not an undead monster or a soul anymore?
How-!?
Did Cynthia's summon spell restore my body, when she sent me home?
%i got the power i needed from the summon spell's 'love of life'.%
"Wait, what?" Yusis said, out loud.
%you saved me. i wanted to save you, too. i worked as hard as I could during the whole trip here.%
Did I really hear that? Is my mind playing tricks on me?
%i also copied your clothing and your glasses. they're based on what the summon spell recorded, just like your body and mind are.%
Maybe I'm so disoriented that I think I'm hearing things when I'm not.
Yusis shakily stood up. He approached his house and tripped over its front step, falling to hands and knees.
Kreisia was not a dream. It was real. The memories are so strong and intense; they're not fading like dream memories.
Yusis tried to stand again. He held on to the knob of the front door to keep his balance.
For ten years, I didn't move around with a living body. I controlled an undead body like playing a video game. I can hardly remember how to walk.
This may take some practice.
%the problem is you're thinking too much about it. don't worry, it'll come back to you.%
"I really want to believe I just imagined that," Yusis said, out loud.
Yusis entered his house and shut the door behind himself. Step by cautious step, he navigated his way to the stairs, climbed them, and entered his room.
His math homework was on his desk, right where he had left it. The mechanical pencil he had set down rested nearby. His smartphone was plugged into its charging cable.
Yusis peered at the date and time displayed on the smartphone's screen.
Ten years hasn't passed on my world. Has any time has passed at all?
%according to your memories of just before you were summoned, a little bit of time has passed. maybe around ten minutes.%
"I can still believe I imagined that," Yusis said, out loud. "I've been through a lot. I probably do have some mental side effects."
Yusis checked his smartphone for recent messages. He found a couple text messages from friends offering to meet up at the arcade, and an email that had apparently been sent an hour ago. He carefully read the email.
Yusis, you slacker.
I saw you goofing off during math class, all week long. Just because I didn't tell the teacher on you doesn't mean I didn't notice.
You really do not deserve this, but Sasha asked me to help you out. Why is she friends with a loser like you?
Sasha's worried about you. She thinks you might flunk out of high school, and that's not a fate I'd wish on anyone. Get your act together!
I won't do this for you again. Take your own notes next time!
The rest of the email consisted of meticulous lecture notes, covering the material relevant to Yusis' assignment.
I've got all of winter break to do this homework. I don't have to do it now.
%are you sure you want to put this off? you're really close to flunking out, and other people went out of their way to help you.%
"Yeah, I shouldn't take Sasha or her friend for granted," Yusis admitted. Then, "That was just my conscience, right? Not something else?"
%i'm only pointing out your choices. i can't make them for you, and i wouldn't if i could.%
I don't know if I'll need to be good at algebra and geometry in the long run, but in the short run I absolutely can't afford to get any more bad grades. Stuff like this will be on college admissions and placement exams, too. And, even though I don't think I want a career in science...
...I'm not the Overlord anymore. I don't have Vision to calculate odds for me. I have to evaluate complicated situations on my own. Knowing more about math will help with that.
Does Dad use algebra or geometry in his job? Maybe he does, at least a little. Sales and marketing are connected to economics, and economics involves math. I remember seeing revenue forecast graphs during my internship.
Yusis flicked his reading glasses open in a single shake, and put them on. He sent replies to the text messages from his friends, letting them know that he couldn't meet them at the arcade.
One of many things I learned in Kreisia is that music helps me think.
Yusis used his smartphone to play a shuffled list of his favorite songs, then carefully perused the emailed notes.
When Yusis felt ready to attempt the problems of his assignment, he reached for his mechanical pencil. His hand fumbled, and he nearly knocked the pencil to the floor.
I'd better take it nice and easy while I get used to moving a living body again.
Yusis focused on solving the problems of his assignment. Hours passed, as he worked on the task.
For ten years, if I wanted something written down, I used magic to copy it straight out of my head into a book.
%magic like that would undermine the purpose of your homework. writing down each step yourself reinforces the learning process.%
"I need to get this done," Yusis said, out loud. "I'm not letting myself get distracted by... whatever."
When he finished the last problem, he felt more accustomed to physical movement involving fine motor control, but mentally exhausted. He turned off the music playing from his smartphone.
I should thank Sasha and her friend, for helping me out.
A thought occurred to him, as he sent a grateful text message to Sasha.
Sasha's name is the same as the blue dragon-monster who kept enough of her mind to talk to me, sometimes. She helped me stay sane for ten years.
My world's Sasha... she really likes dragons. She wears dragon-shaped jewelry almost every day. She also likes the color blue, I think? She was wearing a deep blue dress when she turned down my offer for a date.
Not that it was much of an offer. I was a total mess at the time. I'd been slacking off more than just schoolwork; I hadn't showered, brushed my teeth, or changed clothes in days.
I never told Cynthia that part of the story, did I? Was I too embarrassed to mention it? I never even told her Sasha's name.
The name of my world's Sasha, that is. I did tell Cynthia that the dragon's name was Sasha, when I was the Overlord.
As the Overlord, I couldn't remember the names of anyone from my world. Now, I can't help wondering... is it just a coincidence that my world's Sasha has the same name as the dragon Sasha?
Yusis sent another text message expressing his gratitude to Sasha's friend, the author of the math class notes. He started to set his smartphone down, then halted in mid-movement when he noticed the online alias of his benefactor.
'Clize547102'!?
Did I get math notes from Savior Clize?
%they are definitely from a savior. he's trying to save you from flunking out.%
"Am I really, truly, actually hearing this?" Yusis said aloud, with growing unease.
%i'm not making any sound. i guess you mean 'hearing' without sound?%
"I have to think."
We freed Clize's soul ten years ago, and 'Clize547102' is in my math class; he has to be older than ten! Ten years haven't passed on my world, anyway!
Cynthia reversed her summon spell to send me home, but nothing like that happened for Clize. Did his soul journey outside the boundaries of time? The dragon's soul, too?
I used to automatically know anything time-related...
Yusis concentrated, but no information appeared in his mind.
The one thing from Kreisia that I can't remember is using magic. Is that because my world doesn't have any magic at all? Other than the skill trees and drop-down menus I used to mentally picture, I remember almost nothing about how magic worked, why it worked, or what it felt like when I cast it.
Time magic, especially - I can't wrap my head around it anymore. I can't even remember what I told Cedric about it.
What does 'time is the fourth dimension of space' even mean? Does 'the fourth dimension' refer to positions in time, like how some of these math problems use three-dimensional graphs to represent positions in space?
%i could cast time stop only because you knew the spell. your soul doesn't have memories of time magic anymore, not even inside of me. i can't answer your questions.%
"I really am... still hearing..."
A knock came from the door to his room. "Yusis? Are you in there?"
"Yeah, Mom," he replied, turning in his chair. "I'm here."
His mother opened the door. "It's getting late. I was afraid you hadn't come home."
"Mom, I told you I would. I wouldn't break my promise unless I had a really important reason."
"Have you been studying in your room all afternoon?"
"Uh, well, a friend of a friend emailed me the notes I needed, and I figured I'd better get this assignment done after all."
"Look at you, being so responsible! Are you really my Yusis?"
I don't know how to answer that...
%i think you are, in the way that she means it.%
"You missed dinner," she gently chided. "I put your meal in the fridge."
"Uh, thanks Mom. Sorry, I wasn't paying attention to the time. I'll go eat dinner soon."
"You look a little pale. Are you feeling all right?"
"I'm okay, Mom."
%that's not completely true. it's not completely false, either.%
"Goodnight, honey."
"Goodnight, Mom."
Yusis' mother left his room, and closed the door.
"Okay," Yusis quietly sighed. "This is not my imagination. This is real, and I have to deal with it. Orzand, why am I hearing your voice in my head?"
%i'm part of your soul now.%
"I... should have known. Look, Orzand, I'm really glad Kreisia is safe and my friends survived - I can't thank you enough for your help - but at this rate, you are literally going to drive me insane."
%i'm not the reason why you feel like you might go mad.%
"Really. You think so."
%your soul has kept your memories of kreisia, but your body and mind are now back to how they were when the summon spell found you.%
"What does that mean?"
%your body and mind were completely lost on kreisia. miasma destroyed your body when you died, and ten years later the dark magic impression of your mind was erased.%
"I guess I understand that much."
%i wanted to save you. i made a copy of your body and mind for your soul to live in, but the copies are based on what the summon spell recorded.%
"I don't get it."
%when you answered the summon spell, you were sort of a wreck on the inside.%
"Okay, maybe I get that."
%you couldn't make yourself care about the future, or think about the past that hurt so much. all you could do was throw yourself into comics, TV, and video games, and block out everything else.%
"Yeah, okay."
%your blockade cracked open earlier 'today', when you stepped through your front door. It was all lit up bright and shiny in your mind, and that's another reason why the summon spell locked on to you.%
"What was lit up in my mind?"
%'today' is exactly one year after the day you failed, and people died.%
An hour later, Yusis started to unsteadily pace in the front room of his house. He tried to keep his steps quiet. When a scratchy voice emanated in his mind, he answered in a soft tone, scarcely above a whisper.
%what are you doing?%
"I need to think, and I think better when I'm moving. I also need to practice moving in a living body; eating dinner was tricky enough. At least I'm not tripping and falling anymore."
%you're worrying too much about that. it will come back naturally.%
"I'd play music if I could; Mom just went to bed, and I don't want to risk waking her up. I've never liked earbuds, but maybe I should reconsider getting some."
%i don't think i can cast an illusion to play music for you. i'm not sure it's possible to use magic on this world. i'm glad i successfully copied your body and mind before we arrived.%
"I hope Mom doesn't hear me talking to myself, or wonder why I'm acting so weird."
%you're doing better than i expected.%
"Uh-huh. Really."
%when you answered the summon spell, you were so messed up inside that you were sabotaging your grades at school.%
"Yeah, about that... okay, one thing at a time. First, I need you to answer something for me."
%okay?%
"Don't get me wrong, here. I'm grateful to be alive, but am I going hear the Voice of Orzand in my head for the rest of my life?"
%i need to be sure i've really saved you.%
"What if I don't want you to 'really save' me?"
%then what do you want?%
"That's... what I need to think about."
%okay. i'll be quiet and let you think for a while.%
"Also, Dad will be home from work in a couple hours. I want to talk to him, if he's not too tired. Can you let me do that, without any interruptions?"
%i'm feeling sleepy, anyway. maybe i'll take a short nap.%
Two hours later, the front door to Yusis' house opened with a slight creaking noise. Yusis set down the textbook he had been browsing, cleared his throat, and voiced a hesitant yet heartfelt greeting.
"Hey, Dad. Welcome home."
"Yusis?"
"Do you have some time to talk? I know you must be really tired after a long day at work, but I was hoping..."
"You want to talk to me? For a miracle like that, I will make time."
"Thanks, Dad."
"Are you studying?"
"Only for the last hour or so. I wasn't sure how late you'd be tonight, so I had to do something to pass the time. I finished that assignment, too."
"Not only do you want to talk to me, you also completed your assignment like I requested, and you're studying on top of that?"
"Yeah, tell me about it."
"Son, I'm very happy to see you applying yourself, but you do look a little pale. Are you feeling all right?"
"That's part of what I wanted to talk about."
"I see. Your mother was tremendously worried about you, today."
"Yeah, I know. Mom has a lot of anxiety, so it's easier to tell you certain things. You don't freak out over me like she does."
%you shouldn't be so sure about that.%
I thought you weren't going to interrupt.
%i didn't actually promise.%
"Son, I may have a more disciplined temperament than your mother, but that doesn't mean I don't worry about you."
"Yeah, okay. That's not what I meant. What I wanted to say is..."
"Yes?"
"Uh... I'm not sure where to start..."
%you're not the overlord anymore. you don't have to obey a rule that blocks obeisance. maybe you could start with that?%
You're not helping.
Wait. Maybe you are helping, as weird and crazy as that sounds.
"I guess I'll start with... Dad... I've been treating you like dirt. For a long time now, but especially in the last year. Ever since my friends died. I've been taking you for granted, shutting you out, and refusing to listen to anything you say, just because you were the one saying it. I'm sorry, Dad."
"Apology accepted, son."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that. You're not the only one who's made mistakes. I know I forced you to take that internship far too soon. You had no time to grieve for your friends, and I demanded that you get business experience, and we both know how badly that ended."
"Yeah."
"I was afraid that you needed solid career prospects, or you might end up like your friends did. I failed to see what the stress was doing to you, until you broke down in the conference room. You were shouting incoherently; I couldn't discern what you were trying to say."
"It wasn't... it wasn't anything rational, Dad."
%it was something like 'rip out my guts' and 'destroy my brain'.%
This time you're definitely not helping.
"Well, I am sorry that I pushed you into the business world, without any time to heal from your loss. You were barely functional for weeks afterward. I feared that you would become catatonic. I still worry that I scarred you for life."
"Dad, it's okay. Apology accepted? Forgiveness all around?"
"You're working one miracle after another for your father today, aren't you?"
"Dad, would you believe I... had a 'dream'... where I was basically a businessman who had to stay within the company rules at all times, who had to keep the most hateful, sadistic, constantly lying supervisor from using any excuse to fire me? And if I failed, then a lot more people than me would suffer for it?"
"That could describe any businessman with a family to feed."
"I feel horrified, just thinking about it. Somehow, I got through it by remembering every last trick I learned from you. If not for you, I... I'm not sure I'd... be here right now."
"Son, if you're having nightmares that intense, then we should arrange for you to see a doctor."
"Uh, that's really not necessary. I'm okay, and I'm leading up to something. Dad, I finally realize that I haven't given you credit for how hard you work, day in and day out. I also know that I'm not meant for a career like yours."
"Then, what career do you want to pursue?"
"I'm not sure yet, but I do know one thing. I want to help others. Especially anyone who's hurting or in trouble. I don't know if I want to be a social worker, a first responder, a rehab worker, or something else, but one way or another... I want to become someone who can reach out to people who are drowning in darkness."
"You must know that such careers hold immense responsibility. Far more than you have ever desired to shoulder before."
"I... I know I've been a slacker. If I can turn that around - if I can help people who need help - if I can save even one person-! That's my dream, but to accomplish it, I need to get my grades up; I can't afford to flunk out of my senior year. I'm pretty sure I'll have to attend a college or a technical school."
"As long as you continue to apply yourself, you have my complete support."
"Thanks, Dad."
"I will make a request of you. This is more from your mother than me, but I see the value of it as well."
"Anything you and Mom want, Dad. Anything I have the right to give."
"Son, I'm a professional in my field. If there's one thing I understand, it's the importance of having respect for professionals in other fields."
"I'm not sure where you're going with this."
"It's no coincidence that you're saying these things on the one-year anniversary of your friends' suicide pact, is it?"
"...no. No, it's not."
"I want you to see a psychologist, at least for a while. You always refused before. Adamantly. Some things in life are so terrible that they don't heal all the way on their own, without any help. You can't save others from the darkness if you're drowning in your own darkness."
%he's right, you know.%
"Uh... okay, Dad. I did mean it when I said 'anything'."
Yusis tried to turn in for the night, after his cathartic talk with his father.
For ten years, I was an undead thing that didn't and couldn't sleep.
I'm exhausted. I should be drifting off, but I still feel restless, scared. Kreisia wasn't a dream, but what if this, right here and right now, is all a dream?
What if closing my eyes means I'll go back to being dead, or undead?
%you will die eventually. hopefully not for a long time, but it will happen.%
"What?" Yusis whispered.
%the living body and mind i made for you are mortal. you'll age, and one day you'll die. i feel better about how you're doing right now, though.%
"Orzand, about the living body and mind you 'made'..."
%they work fine, don't they?%
"...uh, yeah, they work fine, but..."
%the only change from how your body used to be on this world is that you're anemic; eating food with iron will make that better. even with the power i collected from the summon spell, i had to cut things a little close.%
"...what did you..."
%the darkest corner of your mind isn't rattling around separately anymore; it's part of your whole psyche again. the most self-critical part of your personality is also fully integrated; it's still extra-super-strong. it's been influencing you more than might be healthy since long before 'today'.%
"...make this body and mind out of?"
%me.%
"I was afraid of that."
%there's not enough of me left to do it again, even if i had access to more holy power, even if i could use magic on this world, so you need to take good care of yourself. physically and mentally.%
"'Not enough of'... Orzand, are you okay?"
%i'm okay. i'm just feeling super-sleepy. i think i'll take another nap.%
On the afternoon of the next day, Yusis' mother drove him to the practice of a professional psychologist.
"I have to run some errands. I'll pick you up in two hours," she said, with a hug.
"Mom, please, not in public-!" Yusis rebuffed, keeping his arms at his sides.
%is a hug from your mother really that unacceptable?%
Okay, I get your point. It's not like I'm trapped in a disgusting undead body anymore.
Yusis very lightly and briefly returned his mother's embrace.
I don't have to worry about how the public sees me, either. I'm not a Savior anymore.
Not right now, that is. Not with the skills and knowledge I currently have. But maybe...
Yusis managed an awkward yet heartfelt smile, as his mother let go of him. She smiled back.
...maybe the most important thing I learned on Kreisia is that I'm capable of learning more. I can learn from teachers, and I can learn on my own. And then, I can use what I've learned to achieve amazing things.
Yusis humbly cleared his throat. "Mom, thanks for taking the time to drive me here. I don't... I don't want to trouble you any more than I have to."
"It's no trouble at all. Especially not for this," she reassured. Then she departed.
Should I work on earning a driver's license right away? Or get a part-time job, so I can start saving money for a car of my own?
Maybe I'll consider those projects after I graduate from my senior year. Improving my grades has to take top priority, for now. I won't know what kind of education I'll need after high school until I decide on a career path, and I might not need a car depending on where I live.
I also have to add some kind of physical exercise into my routine. My body really is back to how it was when I answered the summon spell; my stamina needs work and then some. I should begin by learning a martial art focused on self-defense. That's a potentially lifesaving skill to have.
Is there a useful short-term goal I could accomplish over winter break? Maybe I'll take a first aid class. That's another lifesaving skill to have.
That gives me another idea - I want to start donating blood to hospitals. That's a way I can help save lives, right here and right now-!
-or at least, as soon as I can get over being anemic. I should plan better lunches than the junk food I usually buy from vending machines. I'm sure Mom would be glad to give me advice, or help me learn how to prepare healthy food for myself. I need to improve my self-care skills, and not depend on her so much.
I've got a lot to figure out, and more to work on. I completely wasted my life before Kreisia.
%your life before kreisia wasn't 'completely wasted'.%
Seriously?
%watching television taught you some stuff, like how you know what 'accessory after the fact' means from a legal drama. you improved your reading skills with comic books and graphic novels. video games were a way you challenged yourself, and competed with others.%
Yeah, okay. I'm not giving up on having fun, you know. I just want to do more with my life than have fun. A whole lot more.
%you've also made friends on this world, and those connections matter. including the connections with the friends who took their own lives.%
About that... okay, look. I'm not backing out of this session with a psychologist. I'm going through with it, and I'm going to take it seriously. I just don't see how it will do any good.
%you really haven't healed all the way.%
I'm not sure I want to 'heal all the way'. Not from that. I didn't hang on to their memory for ten years in Kreisia just to leave it behind now.
%pain isn't the only way to remember them. there are other, better ways to keep their memory close. learning those ways will help you accomplish your dream.%
I don't want to talk about the mess inside my head, especially not with some professional who's going to analyze me. I don't like the idea at all, but I have to honor my promise.
Yusis quietly spoke to a receptionist about his appointment. She nodded, and suggested that he take a seat.
Yusis glanced about. The surroundings were clean, orderly, and sparsely furnished. He sat down in a plain chair.
Time is precious. I feel like I'm wasting it while I wait.
Well, since I have nothing better to do right now...
Yusis played a video game on his smartphone.
This RPG is just as good as I remember. It's definitely worth finishing. I want to see how the story ends.
When Yusis heard his name called, he saved his progress in the role-playing game, pocketed his smartphone, and stood up. He was mildly surprised to meet the tall, well-dressed man he had come to see.
A foreigner? No, Dad said he's been an established professional for years. I got the impression that Dad called in some big favors to set up this appointment so quickly.
"Doctor Sagrado?" Yusis addressed.
"Yes. Welcome," the psychologist returned, in a resonant voice with a slight accent.
He does sound like a foreigner. Maybe he immigrated and became a citizen?
I won't ask. I shouldn't disrespect his personal space.
%does it matter whether he was born in this country or not?%
No, it doesn't matter. It's just, I'm getting the strangest feeling that...
"Have we met before?" Yusis inquired, hesitantly.
Doctor Sagrado absent-mindedly fiddled with his suit's golden cuff links, as he seemed to contemplate the question.
Yusis' eyes darted back and forth. "I mean, you don't look familiar or anything, but..."
Doctor Sagrado momentarily paused while adjusting his checkered necktie.
"While I cannot exclude the possibility, it is unlikely that we have previously encountered one another," the psychologist answered, thoughtfully. "I do not recognize you. You do resemble your father; I spoke with him in video conference this morning. He has had business dealings with colleagues of mine, and I am honored that they recommended me. Please, come this way."
Yusis lost track of time, as he as he talked through his first psychology session. He felt somewhat disoriented when Doctor Sagrado informed him that their allotted hour had passed.
Doctor Sagrado concluded the session with, "You are currently scheduled to return weekly. Should a situation arise where you or anyone else needs immediate help, emergency resources are available. Please accept this information about some of those resources."
Yusis took a proffered leaflet. He glanced at its words, pictures, and toll-free hotline number. Then he nodded, folded the leaflet, and tucked it into a pocket.
I guess I will keep coming back here, at least for a while. Even if I hadn't promised, it would still be a good idea, Yusis reasoned, as he left Doctor Sagrado's consulting room. Dad's right; I won't be able to help anyone else if I refuse to accept help when I need it.
I half-expected that psychologist to treat me like dirt. He didn't. He really does want to help me; I'm sure of it.
He seemed almost... grateful to help me.
Why does that surprise me so much? Why did I have such a bad first impression?
Yusis spared one last glance over his shoulder. Doctor Sagrado had closed the door to his consulting room. The door carried an eye-level plate with a name engraved in elegant, glimmering gold letters.
'Dr. Brandon Aldea Sagrado'!?
Yusis' thoughts churned, as he took a seat in the reception room. He closed his eyes, put one hand on his chest, and breathed deeply, willing his agitation to settle down.
This can't be a coincidence. No way.
Hey, Orzand.
%...huh? what? i think i dozed off.%
Is that psychologist the original Holy Brand Aldea, or is he another Aldea made on Kreisia?
%i don't know. he might not have any link to kreisia at all.%
The original Aldea didn't understand most emotions, but he did.
%he's a mortal, just like you.%
'Just like me'?
%the living body and mind i made for you are just like those of any other mortal on this world.%
I figured as much, but...
%what sets you apart is your soul's memories of kreisia, and that isn't a big difference. other mortals keep precious memories in their souls, too.%
I guess I understand what you're saying.
%i think i worried about you more than i needed to. you strengthened your soul a lot, on kreisia. you also learned how to accept and work with the most negative parts of yourself, without losing control to them.%
Orzand, will I ever see my friends from Kreisia again? Will I ever see Cedric, Laminah, Anemos, or... Cynthia?
%there's not a whole lot i know that you don't know. most of what i know is just your knowledge from another point of view.%
Okay.
%you remember the legend about the 'return of yumarac', right?%
Yeah.
%maybe one day you'll make another journey to kreisia, and see your friends again.
%maybe you'll see them in another life. maybe they'll be reborn on your world, or you'll be reborn on theirs, or all of you will be reborn on a different world.
%maybe you won't see them again, but you'll meet other people and share the same kind of happiness together. maybe even more than that. maybe you'll share miracles.%
Thanks, Orzand.
%i'm feeling extra-super-sleepy, now. the only thing keeping me awake was how much i wanted to save you, and i think you'll be okay.%
Yeah, I will. Better than 'okay'. I'm going to become someone who can help other people find their own path to 'okay'.
%this time, when i fall asleep, i won't wake up.%
Goodnight, Orzand. Sweet dreams.
End of Chapter Thirty-three: Memories of Kreisia